Ivor’s Daily Gallivant
Monday 20th March 2023
A rainy Monday morning the sky an uninviting grey. I partly rewrote the piece of Anecdotal Evidence which I’d started on Sunday but accidentally deleted about meeting Olivia. Ran along to the bigger Co-op and bought some Braeburn Apples and a Peppered Steak Slice.
Waited at the bus stop when I saw the bus reach the junction I thought it turned the wrong direction (my eyesight must be getting worse)
I arrived at October Books and found a seat at an empty table. A couple Su and
A young chap (Mathew) who was carrying a musical instrument case asked me if I minded him sitting with me I replied please help yourself.
‘I see you’re a musician’
I said:
Apparently it was a mandolin which had just been fitted with a pickup and the neck adjusted. A young lady Helen joined us. We got into conversation and I showed them my sketch book and told her about my blog and gave them one of my promotional cards.
Mathew asked me if I played any instruments I replied:
‘ I tried playing the guitar but decided there’s enough suffering in the world without me doing that and gave up’
Su and Martin when they’d finished their set came came and joined us. They’re friends of Mathew and Helen.
I said my ‘Goodbyes’ and went into the bookshop and bought Orwell’s ‘Politics and the English Language’ which I’d seen the previous week.
When I got home I rewrote the part of my Memoir ‘Anecdotal Evidence ‘ which I’d accidentally deleted. The accident seems to have been a ‘happy accident’ what I wrote today was better than what I wrote and lost yesterday.
I’m finding getting into the habit of writing daily is paying dividends.
Ivor’s Daily Gallivant
Monday 20th March 2023
A rainy Monday morning the sky an uninviting grey. I partly rewrote the piece of Anecdotal Evidence which I’d started on Sunday but accidentally deleted about meeting Olivia. Ran along to the bigger Co-op and bought some Braeburn Apples and a Peppered Steak Slice.
Waited at the bus stop when I saw the bus reach the junction I thought it turned the wrong direction (my eyesight must be getting worse)
I arrived at October Books and found a seat at an empty table. A couple Su and
A young chap (Mathew) who was carrying a musical instrument case asked me if I minded him sitting with me I replied please help yourself.
‘I see you’re a musician’
I said:
Apparently it was a mandolin which had just been fitted with a pickup and the neck adjusted. A young lady Helen joined us. We got into conversation and I showed them my sketch book and told her about my blog and gave them one of my promotional cards.
Mathew asked me if I played any instruments I replied:
‘ I tried playing the guitar but decided there’s enough suffering in the world without me doing that and gave up’
Su and Martin when they’d finished their set came came and joined us. They’re friends of Mathew and Helen.
I said my ‘Goodbyes’ and went into the bookshop and bought Orwell’s ‘Politics and the English Language’ which I’d seen the previous week.
When I got home I rewrote the part of my Memoir ‘Anecdotal Evidence ‘ which I’d accidentally deleted. The accident seems to have been a ‘happy accident’ what I wrote today was better than what I wrote and lost yesterday.
I’m finding getting into the habit of writing daily is paying dividends.